I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 327 The Bone Man

Just when Tianqian City was preparing to open the road to Dingzhou, Jiang Wen and Hongluan slowly penetrated deep into the belly of Cangzhou.

The further you walk towards the prosperous area of ​​Cangzhou, the more misery you see. There was always a crazy monster that roared and rushed towards the two of them, but was killed by Hong Luan before they could get close.

Jiang Wen looked at those people with skeleton bodies and skin as thick as carbon wood. They wandered aimlessly across the land, moving mechanically like zombies. Although there is still life left in the body, there is no cure. Hong Luan calls them the living dead, and has both sympathy and disgust for these corrupted people.

Any living dead blocking the road would be cleared away by her with a knife.

They once encountered a village on the road, where every household was a living dead corroded by scarlet. There were even children and babies, all as dry as rotten wood, who rushed up to them screaming when they saw them. In the end, Jiang Wen burned the entire village in a fire. The more he looked at these living dead, the more he thought they looked like.

Like what? Jiang Wen didn't remember clearly.

He only remembered that he should have encountered similar things before, and even encountered them many times.

"It's strange, why can't I remember it?" Jiang Wen rubbed his head in confusion. There seemed to be something wrong with his memory recently.

"What's wrong with you?" Hongluan looked at Jiang Wen and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just encountered some problems." Jiang Wen said and stopped when he reached out and touched the storage bag. He pinched the purse next to the storage bag and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

"Is this purse mine?" he asked Hongluan.

"It's yours, and you said it's a very important thing, worth taking out and looking at every day." Hong Luan replied casually while grilling meat.

"Take it out and look at it every day?" Jiang Wen frowned and opened his purse. Inside was a folded talisman paper, which he unfolded after hesitating for a moment.

The character Xuan was written in the center of the talisman paper. Before Jiang Wen could figure out what the character Xuan meant. He saw a flash of golden light above it, and he froze in place for a long time.

It wasn't until Tianhu in his arms screamed that Jiang Wen came back to his senses and showed a smile.

"I see. No wonder I always feel like something is missing." Jiang Wen looked deep. He took out a few drops of blood and put them on the talisman paper. Then fold it up and put it in your purse, and hang the purse in its original position.

He looked at Hong Luan again and said to her: "If I forget one day, you have to remind me to check this purse."

"I understand." Hong Luan nodded. Although she didn't understand why Jiang Wen checked the purse every day, she was not a curious person. Everyone has their own secrets, not to mention Jiang Wen is her savior.

It was just such a trivial matter, so she naturally kept it in mind.

Jiang Wen retracted his thoughts and fed Tianhu some food. Then he looked at the light tree in the distance, his expression a bit serious.

He knew what the living dead looked like. They were like people affected by the fog, who had lost their rational nature. Jiang Wen has seen too many people who have been eroded by the heavy fog.

The symptoms are exactly the same as those of the living dead, blindly attacking all living creatures.

It's just that heavy fog has not appeared in Daqian Land for hundreds of years, and people have gradually forgotten the horrific disaster.

The saint's remains are still burning at the end of the world, and it is unknown how long he can protect Da Gan. Maybe he should go there and see the saint who dedicated his life to saving the world if he had the chance.

But now Jiang Wen has a doubt in his mind. Is there any connection between the scarlet thing and the fog? And who caused all this?

And he also has some problems now, not because of the influence of the corrosive force, but because his memory seems to be declining every day. The longer he stayed on this scarlet land, the worse his memory deteriorated. Sometimes his personality even changes, showing another mentality.

Jiang Wen searched for the cause, but couldn't find the result. He tried to use merit points to get rid of this negative factor, but the stone tablet did not give any response.

He knew that this situation was very wrong, because in his experience, he had never encountered a problem that could not be solved with merit points. He asked Hongluan about the disappearance of this memory, but Hongluan was not affected in any way. For this kind of thing to happen, there must be cause and effect. Perhaps this matter is related to the tree of light, and to the 'self' I once encountered.

But no matter what, he needs to take some precautions. The talisman in his purse was his preparation for this matter.

Hide the daily memories in it, and when he unfolds the talisman paper, he can recall everything. In this way, we can try to avoid the loss of memory and prevent any accidents.

It's just that Jiang Wen knows that there are three holes in the cunning rabbit, so people should make more plans. So he also prepared another back-up in case of emergencies.

"Here." Hongluan handed over the barbecue. Jiang Wen took it and took a bite. It tasted pretty good.

"The craftsmanship has improved." Jiang Wen said with a smile.

"That's right. If I don't make any progress after studying for so long, wouldn't I be sorry for you?" Hong Luan said with a smile, using a machete to cut off the roast meat and taste it carefully.

While the two were eating, they heard a rustling sound.

Hong Luan held his scimitar warily, glaring at the place where the sound came from. Jiang Wen, on the other hand, sat firmly in front of the campfire and calmly picked up another piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Who!" Hong Luan scolded, the scimitar in his hand already glowing with faint lightning. Just wait for the next moment to explode, and it will be a thousand ways of lightning.

"Please don't get excited." A low voice came, and the hooded man slowly came into view.

His body was covered by a black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly under the hat.

There were no shoes on his feet, and he just walked slowly towards the bonfire. Then he squatted on the first floor and stretched out his hands for warmth.

"I'm not a bad person, and I don't have any ill intentions." The man in black robe said slowly.

"Who knows whether you are good or bad? How can we rest assured that you are so secretive? If you don't tell me to bring it, don't blame me for being ruthless with the magic weapon in my hand." Hong Luan scolded unceremoniously, and the thunder in his hand sizzled. The chirping of a thousand birds.

The man in black robe sighed helplessly, looked down at the bonfire and said, "I don't want to see people in person, but I'm afraid of surprising you two."

"Humph, what's the surprise? Even if you are a living dead, we won't be surprised!" Hong Luan responded angrily.

The man in black robe was silent for a moment, he seemed to be convinced by Hong Luan. He put his hand on the hood and slowly took it off.

A rotten white skull appeared in front of him. Hong Luan looked a little surprised, but he didn't feel any fear. She retracted her swords and looked the man up and down: "Who are you?"

"I can't remember my name, but I know that I have never harmed anyone." The skeleton said bitterly, feeling a little depressed. "I woke up here and walked for a long time before meeting you."

"I also want to ask if you know who I am?"

"Where are you from?" Jiang Wen's voice came. The skeleton man was stunned for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed to one place.

"There."

"Mingzhou?" Jiang Wen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

(End of this chapter)